Time flies by in the mountains.

Mo Li, as before, practiced swords every day, came to teach the next group of senior brothers and sisters, visited Yin Li Pavilion, and in a blink of an eye, it was the scene of seven days.

On the morning of this day, Zhang Wuji was holding the Qiushui Sword that Mo Li gave him, and the disciples who guarded the Xie Jian Pavilion went up the mountain to report, saying that the master and the others had all returned to the mountain, and Mo Li and the disciples who stayed on the mountain immediately hurried to the bottom of the mountain to greet Zhang Sanfeng.

Halfway up the mountain, I saw Zhang Sanfeng leading Yu Lianzhou and others towards the mountain, each walking in a hurry, with a wind and frost on his face.

Song Yuanqiao and the others hurriedly stepped forward to salute and said, "The disciple welcomes the master back to the mountain." ”

Zhang Sanfeng was dressed in a plain white robe, his face was ruddy, except for a little wind and frost, he didn't look like a centenarian at all, and he was full of energy.

When he saw all the disciples coming to greet him, his eyes swept away, and he already saw Mo Li standing behind Song Yuanqiao, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't be polite, get up, Li'er, you come." ”

Mo Li responded respectfully, walked in front of Zhang Sanfeng, knelt on the ground honestly, and said: "The disciple is guilty, and the teachers are working hard for the disciples, and the disciples ask the master to punish the crime!" ”

"You little monkey, guilty is guilty, but the sin is not in letting the old way run around."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and smiled: "The sin is in the fact that you go deep into the capital alone, why don't you go back to the mountain and shout the old way, when the old way was young, he longed for the Condor Hero to enter the enemy formation to assassinate Meng Ge, but the old way has wandered the rivers and lakes all his life, but he has never had the opportunity to realize it, and I can't imagine that now let you, the little monkey, do it for the old way." ”

He smiled heartily, and his words were full of concern and love, and he was happy and sad to listen to.

Although Zhang Sanfeng is recognized as an old immortal in the world, he has a life span of more than 100 years, so that his old man runs down the mountain because of his own impulse, and if something happens, he will never forgive himself in this life.

"The disciple knows that he is wrong, and he will never dare to be so impulsive in the future." Mo centrifuges the sour way.

"Okay, hurry up, let Lao Dao see, have you been a little monkey in the past year?"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and took Mo Li's hand and helped him up from the ground.

The old man looked Mo Li up and down, and a warm light flashed in his eyes, and he was shocked, and said with a satisfied smile: "Okay, your little monkey fortune is very good, and the martial arts have entered the realm like this, which is very unexpected for the old way." ”

"This time I have gone through hardships and dangers, and I have gained something by luck." Mo Li said modestly.

From learning that Yin Liting was dead, to taking revenge, to returning to the mountain to learn that Yin Liting was not dead, between the ups and downs, Mo Li's state of mind has been greatly sharpened, and the spiritual battle with the Tibetan monk has also made Mo Li's sword intent more and more complete.

His sword intent has already been glimpsed, and it is only a thin line away from this realm!

This is the most difficult level for all martial artists, as long as he crosses this line, after three years and five years, his true qi accumulation is complete, and he will inevitably step into the innate step!

"Let's go, go back to the mountain, and talk to Lao Dao about your experience along the way."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Sword slash Yang Xiao, slaughter the palace, see you, Lao Dao seems to have returned to the young years at the beginning, let's go, Lao Dao can't wait to hear it." ”

He walked in front with a relieved face, all the disciples followed behind, Song Qingshu quietly slipped to Mo Li's side, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you are in the limelight, and the whole rivers and lakes are discussing you these days." ”

"It's a pity that my martial arts are not good, otherwise I will enter the capital with you and cut off the head of the Tartar dog with a sword!"

Song Qingshu's words are full of regrets, that young man does not yearn for the rivers and lakes, does not yearn for one person and one sword, and dominates the peerless demeanor of the world?

Mo Li shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "If you enter the Beijing Master with me, then the master will not have to dismantle my whole person?" ”

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, separated for more than a year, but they didn't feel any estrangement.

They have grown up together since childhood, and their relationship is so deep that they are like brothers.

After everyone returned to the mountain, they returned to their positions, Song Yuanqiao instructed the back kitchen to prepare wine and food, Yu Lianzhou and others said goodbye and left, Zhang Sanfeng bathed and changed clothes, and listened to Mo Li's experience in the back mountain house.

In the face of Zhang Sanfeng, Mo Li no longer concealed the two elders of Xuan Ming, Cheng Kun and others.

He started from the battle with Yang Xiao and the Winged Bat King, and talked about it until he was on the way back, and saved the two monks of Shaolin Temple who rebelled against the temple, and Zhang Sanfeng nodded again and again, showing worry from time to time, especially when Snow Valley was besieged by the five masters, Zhang Sanfeng almost twisted off his white beard.

"You little monkey, in such a dangerous situation, you can still be intact, it is really a blessing."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said: "I can't imagine that over the years, the grievances and grievances of various factions have been provoked by Yuan Ting and Cheng Kun, and now they are all dead under your sword, this Yuan Court's luck must not last long." ”

"The ancestor will also look at luck?"

Mo Li was stunned for a moment, he knew that the Yuan Court would be destroyed, that was the knowledge obtained from later generations, but Zhang Sanfeng was different, although the rebel army in this world was repeated, and it was constantly causing trouble, but from ancient times to the present, no rebel army could occupy the world, even if Qin II died, and Liu Bang, who finally won the world, was able to defeat Xiang Yu by relying on Yu Ze of the Qin Dynasty.

Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said: "Taoist priests have been for more than 90 years, participating in Zen meditation, asking divination and reading hexagrams, and always have some skills. ”

Oh? Really look at luck?!

Mo Li suddenly became interested, and they all said that Zhang Sanfeng cultivated immortals, could it be true?

He asked, "Then the master will take a look, how is the disciple's luck today?" ”

"You little monkey, do you want to test your ancestor?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and smiled, took out a stick holder from the cabinet on the side, and said, "You take one." ”

Mo Li touched one casually, but he didn't look at it, so he handed it to Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng took a look at it and said with a smile: "You little monkey looks bad luck today, and you have drawn a lot, and the old way will calculate it with you." ”

He looked at Mo Li's face, stretched out his hand to calculate, and suddenly frowned, and said: "Jin Wuxi fell, the disaster is in the northwest, and there is a disaster today?" ”

"No, no, in the rivers and lakes, who dares to come to my martial arts?"

"Could it be that the Yuan Court sent troops to encircle and suppress, but it shouldn't have come from the northwest?"

……

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng talking to himself, the gods chattered and looked not very good, Mo Lizhong couldn't help but chuckle, this, it's okay to kill from the Yuan Court, and it won't be planted on his own territory, right?

Xu is nervous look, Zhang Sanfeng smiled, and said: "Don't panic, don't panic, Xu is the old way miscalculated, Yijiazi has never gone down the mountain to calculate the hexagram with others, and it is normal to be a little inaccurate, and then calculate a hexagram, and then calculate a hexagram." ”

He picked up the stick holder and was about to draw another one for Mo Li, when a clear voice suddenly sounded outside the mountain:

"Amitabha!"

"The little monk Hutu, I have heard for a long time that Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain has cultivated to Tongtian, and today I worship the mountain, but I want to see it."

The sound was like thunder, echoing among the mountains, startling countless birds......